ログインElowen's Point Of ViewAhhhhhh!!! I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs.Cedric had smiled at me. He had hugged me. He had even kissed the back of my hand, and then he had gently helped me find a seat right here in the stands.He had looked down at me and said—and I quote: "This would be the best seat to watch the game." Then he kissed the back of my hand again before excusing himself, telling me with a wink that he would be right back.Ahhhhhh!!!! I was so elated. I wanted to scream, jump right here in the middle of the bleachers, and do a ridiculous little twirl.Where was Zephyr? My eyes darted around the crowded arena, desperately searching for him. I needed to tell him right now that his plan was actually working.The fake-dating scheme was progressing to perfection. I couldn't even lie to myself—my stepbrother was an evil genius.I continued to scan the area, but I couldn't spot that slightly messy, long-ish hair th
Zephyr's Point Of View Coach Jones had been standing right in front of me, talking about defensive zone coverage and neutral trap strategies that we needed to run in today's game. I wasn't paying attention. I couldn't. My mind was entirely stuck on the memory of Elowen's sad, swollen eyes from earlier this morning. The anger that had flared up in my chest seeing her like that was still burning. I had tried to ransack my brain to figure out if I had somehow done something wrong before I left her yesterday. I had left her in a good mood, right? She couldn't possibly have been crying because of me. Something else entirely must've made her cry, and I swear that if it turned out to be Cedric... But it can't be Cedric, right? Was it her father? Come to think of it, I realized I didn't actually know much about her fam
Elowen's Point Of View The Following Morning, I stepped out of the bathroom, my damp hair clinging to my neck. I put on my undies and pulled Zephyr’s oversized hockey jersey over my head. The fabric fell halfway down my thighs, swallowing me whole. The following morning had arrived way too fast, and I already knew the day was going to be a nightmare.Yeah, I'd foreseen that it would. I let out a sigh as I stepped up to the bathroom vanity and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked like someone had punched me in both sockets—completely swollen, puffy, and an angry, blotchy red. I hadn't slept a wink the entire night. Between fighting with Isa over the phone, letting her walk out on our lifelong friendship, and my brain refusing to shut off, I had spent hours staring at the ceiling and crying until my tear ducts were completely dry. I looked pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.
Elowen's Point Of View I finished my bath, wrapped a towel around myself, and was just about to lay down on my bed when my phone started ringing loudly on the nightstand. I let out a loud grunt and a sharp hiss. "Who the fuck is that?!" It had to be Zephyr. Wasn't it already enough that he wanted to humiliate me tomorrow with that stupid jersey? Now he couldn't even give me five minutes of space to get ready for the exhaustion of it all. Urgghh. Without even bothering to check the caller ID on the screen, I snatched the phone up, jammed it against my ear, and screamed into the speaker. "What?!" I yelled. "If you called to tell me to kiss you after you win the game tomorrow, I am not going to freaking do it, do you hear me?!" Silence met me from the other end. "I said, did you hear me?!" I demanded. Still silence. "Zephyr! Don't you dare waste my fucking time!" "Elowen... are
ElowenI stepped out of Zephyr’s car and immediately let out a long, heavy sigh.We were back at our apartment, and night had already fallen over the campus. Every single bone in my body felt completely exhausted. I just wanted to hit the sack and crawl under the covers because I already knew how chaotic and draining the following day—game day—was going to be for me.I shut the passenger door and turned around, expecting him to get out, but Zephyr stayed planted inside the car with the engine idling.I narrowed my eyes through the open window. "What's wrong?"He was staring down at his phone screen, a deep, frustrated frown pulling at the corners of his mouth."Is it your mum?" I asked before I could stop myself.Zephyr snapped his head up from his phone. "What?"I shrugged defensively, crossing my arms. "I mean... every time you get that specific frown on your face, it's always about your mummy issues."The second the words left my mouth, I
Zephyr's POV I love hockey, but the questions they throw during an interview are so fucking tiring and exhausting. I let out a heavy sigh, shifting in the stiff leather chair behind the press table. Just outside these soundproof walls, in the waiting lounge right across the hall, I knew Elowen was sitting on a chair waiting for me. I had dragged her out with me today, practically forcing her into the car after telling her how extremely important it was for her to follow me to this press conference. She had glared at me the entire ride over, looking up at me with those angry, ridiculously cute green eyes, her arms crossed tight against her chest as she mumbled insults under her breath. A small, subconscious smile touched my lips just thinking about it. "We're live, Mr. Knox," a floor manager whispered sharply from beside the main camera. Shit. I snapped my head back to the
Zephyr In spite of my best intentions to avoid adhering to my mother, here I was in her fucking car on our way to meeting my “new family.” “You could at least try not to look like a fucking criminal for one day.” My mother’s voice sliced through the car like broken glass. I kept my eyes on
Elowen"I don't do virgins, blondie." It had been nine solid months since that night, and yet the embarrassment still lingered heavily in my chest whenever I remembered the events that occurred. “I want to hold another party, in celebration of you getting into Whitmore College!” Isa shrieked thr
ElowenI didn’t even have the luxury to react before his hot mouth came down on mine. My eyes widened. How did things get to this point?In the next second, my back was pressed against the cold wall as his tall, muscular frame trapped me.I tried to push him away, but his grip on my neck tightened.
ElowenThe stupid thing was that I could still hear the annoying sound of his laughter five minutes later. In my head.I pushed through a crowd of dancing people and headed straight for the kitchen.My face was still burning. No. Burning wasn’t the right word. I was mortified. I grabbed the first







